Horsementality                 
             
f/ Killah Priest, Kurupt, Ras Kass 

[Ras Kass] 
The beginning of the end niggas! 

[Canibus] 
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever, the alpha and the omega 
The Canibus'll make your eyes redder 
FUCK ya'll niggas talkin bout cheddar 

[Ras Kass] 
Brought to you by your millennium group The Horsemen 

[Canibus] 
Four swordsmen (From the land of the lost) 
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Can-i-bus 
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut 
MOTHAFUCKER!!! 

[Both] Wavin the four-four! 

[Kurupt] 
I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece 
Blastin, they let assassins loose on the street 
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats 
I toss fire at niggas 
Mothafuck a six, the condos is supposed to be flip bricks 
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga 
I'll throw some fucked up kicks on 
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up 
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up 
Cuz we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt 
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horsementality 
A Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be 
See I'm tired of this Barkley shit 
Niggas talkin shit, I wanna see the streets dark again 
Let the heaters spark again 
Police callin all cars off then 
Powerful as a mothafuckin Vulcan 
My specialty is poetically lyrically energetically ultramagnetically 
Dogg Pound pedigree 
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch, only grimy shit 
Dirty shit, holocaust thirty-thirty shit 
Missle click, assassin Sicilian 
Kill women and kill men, and kidnap children 
For vengance in the name of the Horsemen 
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman 
And we abide by the code of the streets 
The makings of a real MC nigga 
(C...C...C...C) yeah bitch! 

[Canibus] 
So just abide by what you ride by 
Cuz we abide by what we ride by 
Just abide by what you ride by 
Cuz we abide by what we ride by 

[Killah Priest] 
Mothafucker, it's started, four apocalypic prophets 
Appearin outta floatin objects 
Wearin mid-western garments 
Long trenchcoats wit our hands in our pockets 
Slappin all you scary-ass rap artists half retarded 
Swear by our fore fathers 
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded 
Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness 
Bring you out the other side as a carcus 
I'm heartless, regardless if you claim to be gods or goddess 
To me, ya'll all garbage 
I see all of ya'll as movin targets 
And my lyrics be the atomic rocket 
Cosmic vomic spittin, hittin at ya Vietnam vets 
Wit military arms and bombs strapped to our chest 
Castin meteor storms and comets 
Now who wanna make the next rise comet 
And be the first one left unconcious 
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin 
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat 
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts 
Satanically sacrifice your ass like in a colt 
Have your seance inside of a dark synogogue 
We was lyrically sent to ya'll 
Like deminigod to put a end to ya'll 
Spit bites like dogs and get the scent of ya'll 
Horsemen, we be scorchin when we be walkin 
Wit the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin 

[Ras Kass] 
Let's serve it out like the breeze 
Now watch me do one-armed handstands 
And hang these N-U-T's over seven continents and seven seas 
Streets is Lebonese 
Be rockin Bogari wrist watches and sniper marines 
Most of these MC's can't even rap 
Just modeling, go gold and get big-headed like they swallowin colleges 
I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill em out 
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck 
Me? I'm ain't even in my prime 
When I write my dopest rhyme, western civilization declines 
Catch me hoppin off the A train in a New York state of mind 
But I rep westside, so I keep L.A. time 
That's a three-hour difference 
So when my bitch is a six, she really a nine 
In seven days, she'd still be a dime 
Call me Blaze Skywalker hittin jugular veins 
Crack open your skull wit a paperate and suck out your brains 
Kiddo, I be doin my thug-thizzo for shizzo 
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow 
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden 
Since police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin 
Uckfe uye ichbe echbe a igginebe and free Keith Murray 
(*Translation: Fuck you bitch ass niggas*) 

[Canibus] 
Yo yo yo yo 
I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six meghertz 
Make lightning flash across the sky everytime I curse 
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes 
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes 
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six Master of Ceremony has-beens 
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is 
If he's a *Catholic* I nail him to a crucifix 
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish 
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks 
Beat em wit two whips wit pieces of broken glass glued to it 
Your whole crew gets bayed and nuetered 
As i aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets 
Your armored cars and your kevlar vests is useless 
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex 
You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment 
For bitin off another niggas' shit you bitch 
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law 
Snitchin on mad niggas in a soundproof court 
To get some of your sentence knocked off, na nigga you wildin 
Cuz you still be in Riker's Island gettin forced to toss salads 
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that 
I'ma tape it on a digital video DAT and send a copy to Miramax 
Leave you exposed, turn on the fiction and fact so everybody you know 
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin ass nigga 
That got fucked in the ass by a father figure 
(Battle who?) I'll bruise and bash you, blast you 
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo 
Delivering mind blowin rhymes and poems 
Controllin my tongue when I'm flowin like pilot controlled Boeings 
When I get bitten, I bite back 
Quicker than Tyson attacks, I don't give a FUCK if I don't get my license back 
So, take caution 
The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then 
Gallop northward 
MC's take caution 
The Four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then 
Gallop northward mothafuckers 

Yeah, so just abide by what your ride by 
Cuz we abide by what we ride by 
Just abide by what your ride by 
Cuz we abide by what we ride by, HA! 

[All] 
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was 'Priest, don't hit me no more' 
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was 'Bis, don't hit me no more' 
Wavin the four-four! All you heard was 'Ras, don't hit me no more' 
Wavin the four-four! Aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggas wit the hardcore 

[Kurupt] 
Yeah nigga, I'm headless without thoughts 
Wit my mothafuckin arms crossed 
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse 
Took over the whole race course 
Throw the jockey off the saddle, now who the fuck really wanna battle? 
*Fading* 
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missle 
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin 'round wit the Dogg 
I'm a hog 


             
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